Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.